A/N: NSFW Ahead!
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Abel stirred awake, eyelids fluttering open to soft morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains.
"An unfamiliar ceiling." The words slipped out along with a chuckle. He always wanted to say the iconic phrase, and saying it after an isekai experience was just customary.
"What's got you happy early in the morning, Mon Cheri?" A warm, amused voice sounded from beside him.
He turned toward the voice and saw a head of tousled black hair. His gaze drifted lower until golden eyes locked with his.
Abel's eyes continued down Dominique's figure, and the morning wood he was already sporting stiffened even more.
Dominique, of course, noticed, if the smirk on her face was anything to go by. "Would you like a helping hand with that~?" The expression on her face was smug, cat-like, as if to say, "Well? Are you going to ask, or just suffer in silence?"
Abel found her attempt to assert control absolutely adorable. The urge to tease her back was irresistible.
You can only blame yourself for giving me such good ammunition last night, Domi, He thought, holding back a wicked grin.
"Dear sister," The smirk on her lips turned triumphant as he started, "I had a dream about you last night. It's a little hazy, but I remember the important bits… something about 'loving you till death,' 'three kids,' and 'mine alone'…" Dominique's smirk froze at his words, blankly staring at him.
The Monster Presented a clueless image as he watched her face slowly flush red in embarrassment. "Is something wrong, Dominique?" He looked at her in surprise, and then a look of dawning comprehension, but before he could say more, Dominique threw the blanket off him, pulling his sleeping trousers down.
"Shut up." Too embarrassed to say anything else, the Vampiress pushed him down, aligning his throbbing cock with her surprisingly wet lower lip, and in one quick motion, sheathed his cock in her pussy.
A groan left lips at the strangely familiar vice grip of her velvety folds. For a moment, he was worried that she would crush his manhood with her vampiric strength.
However, the thought didn't last long as a wave of pleasure filled him as Dominique began moving her hips. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, as his sister's hands pressed against his chest, grounding herself as she rocked her hips, golden eyes locked onto his with a mix of frustration and desire.
Abel just smiled in return, arms behind his head as he let her ride him. It wasn't like he could overpower her, and he should at least let her have way after teasing her like that.
"You were," Her inner walls squeezed him, getting another groan from him. "awake last night, weren't you?" She punctuated the question by slamming her hips down, her C-cup breasts shaking with the movement.
Abel grunted, the impact sending another jolt of pleasure through his body. "I was asleep," he said, voice strained, "mostly."
The upwards curl of his lips only served to embarrass her more, more so when he suddenly moved his hip, thrusting upwards.
"Nngh!" Dominique's walls tightened once more, a shuddering mini-orgasm coating his cock. Yet she didn't pause as she rode through it, her hips rolling and slamming down against his thighs.
"Don't move." She ordered, gold eyes glowing faintly as she watched him through half-lidded eyes. The way her pussy gripped and squeezed around his cock with every grind was maddeningly delightful.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" she hissed, biting her lip as a shiver ran through her. "Making fun of me, talking about marriage and kids—"
"I didn't mention marriage." Abel interjected with a knowing smile, his breath catching in his throat the next moment, as she clenched down on him again. "You're the one bouncing on top of me like a woman trying to get knocked up."
Dominique's eyes widened, and the domineering front she'd maintained up until now crumbled at the mention of her dream. A shy, almost bashful expression bloomed across her face.
Now! Abel took advantage of her flustered state, sitting up, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Ahn~" The sudden movement dragged a moan from his sister's lips as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm with force of his own.
Dominique wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips leaving kisses along his collarbone.
"Harder~" She breathlessly whispered.
Abel obliged, tightening his grip around her waist and driving his hips up with more force. Each thrust made her breath hitch, her moans sweeter with every movement. Her pussy clung to him like a vice, refusing to let him go.
"You like that?" She whimpered in response, nails scratching lightly at his back. Even now, she was still careful with her strength, something that made Abel feel warm in his heart.
"I love you, Dominique." He whispered, pressing his lips against the shell of her ear. "I've always loved you. Even before I knew what that meant." Her body trembled in delight at his words.
Abel continued to fuck her with a steady, powerful rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
"I want a big family with you," His right hand ran through her raven hair, feeling the tightening of her grip. "Three kids… maybe four."
Dominique's walls fluttered around him, a gasp leaving her as his words pierced as deeply as his cock. He could feel that she was close, and he wasn't far behind.
His other hand slid down her spine and settled on her ass, fingers digging into one soft, perfect cheek. He kneaded the plush flesh with a firm squeeze, spreading her slightly to feel the way she took him, buried so deep inside her. She moaned against his skin, grinding down on him harder, as if silently begging for more.
Minutes passed like moments, every thrust drawing more gasps and moans from her lips, her body tightening in all the right places. Abel could feel it building up within him, hot and impossible to ignore.
But then, without warning, Dominique sank her fangs into his neck.
Pain bloomed, if only for a moment, before pleasure exploded right behind it, his entire body locking up as a growl tore from his throat.
His orgasm hit like a storm, cock throbbing violently as he emptied inside her. The sensation was too much, pulsing through him in waves.Thirty seconds. Forty. He wasn't sure how long it lasted—maybe a minute, maybe longer—but he could feel every spurt, every clench, as her pussy milked him dry.
Dominique moaned softly against his throat, drinking slowly until she pressed a tender kiss to his neck and pulled away, lips stained a deep, glistening red. Her eyes, now the same shade as blood, shimmered with a hazy, sated satisfaction.
I can never get used to how good that combination feels. A contented sigh slipped from Abel's lips as he held Dominique, his gold eyes staring at dozens for Living Dream Energy bubbles saturating the room.
I did touch upon her desire as we had sex. So, the results weren't surprising. For now, he simply absorbed the floating energy into his body.
Where it went, he didn't know. It just funnelled into him like oxygen into lungs. It settled into him with a soft, fluffy feeling ever present within.
The Living Dream Energy from last night had been potent, equivalent to his Sequence 9 Spirituality. And now? That same energy tripled—no, more than tripled—rushing into him in streams.
Is Living Dream Energy the true value of the Dream Plane? It certainly looked that way. Sleep Dream Energy was common and easy enough to collect.
But Living Dream Energy? The only way he knew to access them was by touching upon someone's Life Dream—their core aspirations, desires, or goals.
And for that, he needed to build trust. Most people wouldn't open up about something that is intimate to a stranger.
Fortunately, that wasn't a problem for him.
With his perks—Charming, Presentation, and GoodRapport—earning someone's confidence was simple, at least among ordinary people. They were far less guarded than Beyonders entrenched in the supernatural world.
Even Beyonders could be reached, though, especially if they shared interests or values with him—likes, hobbies, personal experiences. A common thread was all it took to spark a connection.
"Did you mean what you said?"
Dominique's voice broke through his thoughts. Her head lifted from the crook of his neck until they were face-to-face.
The small movement sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, as their bodies were still intimately joined. Abel smiled softly, resting his forehead against hers, their noses brushing.
"Of course."
He didn't let the weight of his words slip by, he activated Presentation, portraying the sincerity in his voice and eyes clearly.
Because he did mean it.
Maybe not now, and maybe not soon, but one day, when he was strong enough to protect everything they had, strong enough that not even Eldritch Horrors could touch them…
He would fulfill that promise. He would give her the family she dreamed of.
Dominique didn't say anything and just kissed him.
It wasn't a hungry or desperate one. It was the kind of kiss you gave when words didn't feel like enough.
Abel naturally reciprocated just as gently, the taste of his own blood mixing with their saliva.
Knock! Knock!
"Young Master?" Roberta's voice cut through the moment, making them break off their kiss.
Abel raised an eyebrow at Dominique, silently asking if she planned to move—but the vampiress only snuggled deeper into his embrace, sending another wave of pleasure through him.
With a small shrug, the white-haired young man called out to his personal maid, "Come in."
The door creaked open a second later, and in stepped Roberta, her maid uniform as prim and immaculate as always, and hair tied in that familiar pigtail.
Her sharp gaze swept over their naked, still-connected bodies, and not a flicker of surprise crossed her face.
"I expected Lady Dominique to have returned to her own room by now," Roberta said calmly, her tone as composed as always.
Dominique's eyes widened, "You knew?"
Without missing a beat, Roberta clasped her hands before her waist. "I am the one who washes the sheets after your engagements, my Lady."
Dominique blinked, her nose twitching slightly as she inhaled, and her eyes widened in recognition. A flush coloured her cheeks as she realised what Roberta meant.
Abel smiled amusedly, giving her generous rear a gentle squeeze. But before he could tease her, Roberta stepped forward, saving Dominique from any further embarrassment.
"Breakfast will be ready in an hour, Young Master. I recommend that both of you make yourselves presentable."
Dominique gave a groan, and finally uncurled from Abel, their bodies parting with a shiver. She paused for a moment, her crimson eyes flicking downward, then shot off with a gust of wind, afterimages trailing in her wake as she vanished to the bathroom.
The door clicked closed behind her.
Now alone with his maid, Abel stretched, utterly unbothered by his state of undress. He didn't move to cover himself, nor did he bother feigning modesty. What was there to be embarrassed about when you had something to be proud of?
"Good morning, Roberta." He greeted casually, gold eyes staring into her blue eyes.
Roberta dipped her head. "Good morning, Young Master." Her gaze drifted to his shaft which was standing proud from Dominique's teasing. "Shall I assist with your cleanup?" She met his eyes again.
Abel paused for a moment, before nodding.
At his signal, she stepped forward, kneeling beside the bed, lowering her head until her lips wrapped around his cock.
This is the life~
Being Intisian was great.
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A/N: Another chapter in less than 24 hours. This is basically a filler chapter, a small interlude if you will. I didn't want to have anything serious in a smut chapter so I made a shorter chapter than usual. It was also a way to experiment with smut, hope you enjoyed it.